The Biggest Loser & How Do I Look?: The Wedding Edition
“Sometimes, I think you want me to touch you…” I don’t know if it’s just me, but I love those TBS commercials where people can
“Sometimes, I think you want me to touch you…” I don’t know if it’s just me, but I love those TBS commercials where people can
“I like havin’ my toes sucked and my ass licked out. At the same time. Wait a minute…” Yeah, I’m going to break the fourth
“You must not know ’bout me, you must not know ’bout me…” I abso-fucking-lutely adore Love, Actually. I was up until 4 this morning watching
“And when the sky is falling, don’t look outside your window.” So, I actually posted the other night, but due to a faulty wifi connection,
“Tonight, my heart is smiling. And it is an eternal smile.” I really just want to post enough to push all of my neurotic posts
“Let us rock and let us roll!” So, I saw 300 last weekend. What did I think? It was OK. Yeah, that’s pretty much it.
“I hope you guys have ‘hobo-stab insurance’!” So, where were we…regrets. You know, as I looked back on the last 3 posts, they were real
“What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover?” Now, where were we? Yes, regrets. I wish I could be that cavalier
“But we’ve just lost the beat.” I’ve always had a thing for watches. Carrie Bradshaw has her Manolo’s, and I’ve got whatever Fossil/Casio/Timex catches my